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Category: Grindstone

  • A Morning Troll

    I came across a troll, grumpy ‘neath a bridge, His coat well-traveled, woolen and frayed to the ends…

  • Moonlight Picnic

    In the shadow of a great snow-capped mountain, far far north where the Western Ranges sweep down and spill into Loc Island Sea, where the air feels rich and full of life and the world seems endless and natural, there lived a little black bear and her mother…